Yeats is one of my favorite poets. These words written by him so long ago. Yet they sound as new today to ones who have never heard his written words read or spoken with such passion.
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." I assume you dream... I dream of a world where no one treads on my dreams. A place where people can make their dreams come true and believe in themselves.

I was not born in Libria. My parents were born and lived in another country. The times they grew up were in a time of restoration between other nations. They did very well at their job and life was good until they came to Libria ordered to establish connections between the two countries. My parents were immediately arrested for being 'sense offenders'. I was torn from my mother's arms and saw them taken away and executed by others. Because I was young, healthy and intelligent, my fate was different.

Because I showed no 'emotions' when my parents were arrested and executed by my own eyes. I had learned early to survive uncertain times in other places beside Libria. My parents taught me never to cry or show fear. I was taken as a ward of the state and placed in the Monastery or school of Clerics.
I was adopted and mentored by Father, the 'Hitler-like' man who ruled Libria with the council. He had me taught in marital arts, the Gun Kata and personal hand to hand combat. I lost the role model and mentor called Father. He had left his arrangements and my care to others of the council. Dupont was elected to take father's place and carry on the facade. I was silent under the pain of death. Dupont was Father's choice for me as a husband. My future as the wife of Dupont was set aside by the council. I was free of Dupont and the council by being made a Grammaton Cleric.

Years passed as Preston and I crossed paths together on the gathering of 'sense' offenders. John Preston was the best Cleric his loyalty and obediance to Father was complete. His own wife was executed as a sense offender. Preston and his children had seen their mother executed by immolation.

Eventually I was caught as a 'sense' offender by John Preston and Errol Partridge. I knew my fate and I faced it bravely in the firey furnance. My end was my Rebirth and a new beginning. I knew in this place called the realm of many souls. I had another mission and that was the rebirth for the people of my old home.

Tread softly because you tread on MY dreams...
For I see YOU making my dreams come true....
So I tread softly...waiting and hoping some day..